Cupcakes, Shakespeare and the Perfect Boyfriend.
Posted: July 29th, 2007 | Author: faddy | Filed under: Love | Comments Off
(I just realized I look uber hilarious when I’m laughing in a ROFL way; my gums just pop out in that “Oops sorry it was dark, we want to expose ourselves to the sun” way. And all along I thought I laugh in a very glamorous manner kekeke)
If there was a definition of a perfect date, a date where I would think happens only to sexy female protagonists in cliche’ movies and never to plain old Faddy, yesterday would totally steal the spotlight and say “Hey look at me! I’m THE perfect date!“. So perfect, that by the end of the day I was sobbing on his shoulders as I was just so overwhelmed by the entire events of the day :)
It didn’t start out that way, though. Last night I had singlehandedly destroyed the whole week, by opting to spend my birthday itself with Claire and Ash and thus trampling over his planned surprise for me, and by planning an outing with Kimmy and Nassy on the 3rd… which coincidentally is also our first month anniversary. *slaps forehead*
I know I said I would not throw my friends aside, but this… is just plain throwing the opposite -.-||| Faddy, hopeless case la you. So anyway,
The weather in the afternoon just wasn’t cooperating with our plans for a picnic, it was practically pattering all noon, wet and gloomy, like how we were towards each other as we both were sulking haha! We ran about town looking for Toast Cupcakes (thanks Shaz for the recommendation! There’s one at Taka, you know!), picnic mats, cookies and drinks and finally walked in the rain towards the park.
Finally found a place to seek refuge and immediately we devoured our homecooked lunch amidst whispered conversations as we didn’t want to bother the angmoh lady sleeping next to us. The next hour was spent just laughing like maniacs whilst camwhoring silly faces, singing to songs from handphones and stuffing ourselves fat with food.
The perfect date started as the rain finally subsided. Straw mats on the wet grass, we laid out our belongings in the middle of the green field, much to the amusement of passerbys who were still carrying umbrellas.
Over the sinfully good cupcakes, we laughed over texts from Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night, sourcing all the good comedic bits and staging a mini play of our own, played hand games, and finally had a real heart to heart talk which I think helped cleared a lot of stuff from my head.
I know it sounds mundane and silly but I just don’t know how to put whatever we experienced into words. It was like all of my childhood dreams were coming true; sappy dates filled with poetry and good food, just laying on the grass watching the world go by as the sun shone down. Like Claire said, “WALAOEH! So cliche’!”
We must have been having a ball of a time in a world of our own, so much so that a couple of times I caught strangers taking pictures of us… die, like that. Hahaha.
Anyway the next few hours were spent just like that, laughing, reading eating and talking. And when dusk approached, we finally packed our stuff and walked back to Orchard road as I wanted to get a pair of jeans as the mud we sat on had done quite some damage to the ones I had on. Surprise Part 1 : The boy paid for the black MNG jeans I chose. Birthday present, he says :)
As the night drew on, we headed on to Plaza Singapura to catch our Simpsons movie (GOOD SHIT!). Upon emerging from the toilet, I found the boy missing so I just waited next to the railings. Finally he appeared, grinning like a Cheshire cat, wielding a very AA red Guess paperbag, “Happy Bday, Faddy! Suprise part deux!”
And that’s when I cried. HAHAHHA.
I know la it may be nothing much to some of you, but all my life I watch sappy movies and see my beautiful friends get such treatment from their boyfriends, but I myself have never experienced it. In fact, I never thought I would, being the average looking tomboy I am. So when I finally found someone who would do something like that for me, I just broke down as I was the last person I thought would ever experience it. And this, even after I messed up his real surprise and forgetting our anniversary. Don’t deserve it, man.
So after crying and crying whilst a wide smile was plastered on my face, we finally watched Simpsons (again, GOOD SHIT!) and at 12am I reached home, cheeks hurting from all the smiling, decked in new black pants, holding a new gorgeous Guess wallet, heart bursting with happiness.
Perfect date… Perfect day… Thanks Haikal :)
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